A Frozen Sigh, Upon My Lips

Some musing on this extremely, cold day.

A frigid Artic blast

Rips through

My soul

With ease.

As if

It was sewn

From the finest

Available muslin

On the market.

Sending shivers

After shivers

Washing against

My soul's shorelines.

Tearing away

Tiny slivers

With every frozen crystal

That are formed.

While

They're carried out

To sea

On outgoing tide.

Until my soul

Looks like

Antarctic

With its declining

Ice shelves.

As I wonder

Is this

The new face

For global warning

We heard

So much about?

While

Global leaders bicker

Among themselves

Over their self-interest.

As they issue

Meaningless press releases

To the world

Over their ability

To do nothing.

While

Looking great

For the home market

Come election day.

Author's Note

Today's high temperature is forecasted to be, -11 C, but feels like -15 C (Wind chill). This from, -22 C (Wind chill of -32 C) at 7 am, this morning.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wonderful allegory pertaining to the global warming, the ice melting, just like advancing through life and how certain things that happen to us can make our hearts freeze up, but eventually we find our way out of the ice...but we are the ones doing it, feeling it...and that political part of this poem reminds us of all the rhetoric that looks good but is only window dressing...there is no depth of soul in that.

[therisa]

Thank you, Jacob, high praise, coming from you, and your talented pen.